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All the desires that e'er thou felt'st,
Compared with this, (save one)
Die sooner than the taper's beam
When the quick blast hath blown.

This, this my panting heart excites,
With all a passion's glow,
That I may know long banished health,
And feel the balmy air's sweet stealth
Across my temples flow;—

And stray the verdant landscape o'er,
And press the lawns, and walk the shore,
That I have traced, long since, before,
And lift mine eyes unpained, to view
The glorious morning Sun.

What years have passed of anguish keen,
Since last I heard the roar
Of clashing waves, or marked the scene,
Where in the milder sea's deep green,
The inverted, towering trees were seen
From yon delightful shore,—

Or heard the warbling concert ring,
While echoing joys responsive sing,
And purling brook and bubbling spring,
In sweet melodious offering,
Their simple music pour!